Human hearts are such peculiar things, when you’re inferior to others, especially when external conditions are inferior, feelings of jealousy or envy inevitably arise.
This is actually normal, because some people are born to be objects of envy, as if fate particularly favors them, giving them all the good things.
Inequality among people is destined from birth, and this inequality, unfortunately, cannot be changed.
For reincarnation truly is a technical matter, planned by fate, beyond anyone’s control.
Some people may work hard their entire lives, even for several lifetimes, and still not be as noble as a newborn baby.
This is the difference that destiny makes.
However, this difference depends on how one adjusts their attitude and handles it. If well-adjusted, one might still lead a normal life. If not, the intense jealousy could tear them apart, eventually leading them into the abyss.
After Di Jinxuan and her friends left for the restroom, Qin Yun and her group started gossiping.
"Xuanxuan, did you see how those people were all dumbstruck just now?" Wang Xiaomei said excitedly.
"Yeah," Zhou Yihan agreed enthusiastically, "it must have been our princess Xuanxuan’s identity that frightened them, serves them right, let them babble!"
"Don’t say that, all this princess talk," Di Jinxuan chuckled, "I’m just an ordinary person."
An ordinary person who craves love, life, and daily happiness, who needs to breathe, eat, sleep, gets angry, and has moods.
"You were born into a family that makes you extraordinary," Qin Yun blinked, suddenly very excited, "but what I’m really curious about is! ’MyAngle’ was actually written by Jin Palace, can you believe it?"
"Could it have been written for you, Xuanxuan?" Wang Xiaomei asked curiously.
Di Jinxuan blinked as well, thought for a moment, and then quipped, "Maybe because he sings horribly, so he’s too embarrassed."
"No way," Wang Xiaomei’s eyes widened, "I think Jin Palace’s voice is quite nice, like a radio drama host; it’s the kind that could make your ears pregnant."
Di Jinxuan frowned, "Really? Hey, you guys are making him sound too good."
"He really is good," Qin Yun pouted, "what, you don’t think Jin Palace is good?"
"Not really," Di Jinxuan scratched her head, "just not as good as you guys say, just an ordinary person."
"Pfft..." Qin Yun couldn’t help but laugh, "are you really going to diss your own Jin Palace like that?"
"Diss?" Di Jinxuan nearly passed out, "That counts as dissing?"

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